He wanted more. More of her mahogany curls brushing against his bare skin. More of her nails digging into his back. More of her sweet heat wrapped snuggly around him. More of anything she was willing to give. Unfortunately she was still angry at him for standing her up on the helipad and she'd brought baggage home with her to prove it. She flirted profusely, flitted around in a two piece that flattered her every single curve, and drew attention to her mouth every chance she got. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything before.
